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Здравствуй, перед тобой - Мистер Конченый Мудак.
Я ебал твою мамашу, кочергу засунув в зад.
На её визги, с бутылкой, вылез твой батёк алкаш,
но от раскалённой стали, он потёк, как N-
2O. 2-0. Поднимаюсь на 2-й этаж…
Там, в детской, счёт меняется на 0-5.
Аж даже, блять, не думал…
что соседка выживет, взяв трубку, набрав в мусарню, сука!
И мегалки тут как тут, но просчиталась, ба, ты чуть, там
вся семья на части жутко расхуячена. Со штурмом
опоздали опять, лучше б, ты молчала, мразь, в испуге
до окончания макрухи. Не убрать меня вам, людям.
В бой бросаюсь, атакуя: машины взрываю патрульных,
под пулями прохожу, я вырезаю сук и гнид!
Стрельба обретает уровень, переходя в резню, я их
лишаю ног и рук секирой!
Кал стекает по ногам их, очевидцы хуевы.
Это «зачистка мусора», и я, очистив улицу,
пускаюсь во все тяжкие. На всех каналах я уже.
Хочешь такой успех? Просто яжку пей, пидор.
All eyes on me, все палят щи, не отрываясь от ТВ.
Погоня и бойня с уроном, невозможным оплатить
даже Гейтсу. Не по теме: У меня всегда стоял,
даже в детской… В Эрик Вайса переоделся не зря,
Ведь поймал Марцинкевич тогда… Пиздец, блять.
В камере смертников дописываю текст, иду на казнь на электри-
ческом стуле, однако, пол часа спустя, я вспять
здесь стою и, это бесконечно. Каждая новая
жертва это Джерри, а я Том...ас Хьюит.
Или Майкл Майерс… и ты не Баста Раймс,
чтобы от меня избавиться, но я востану вновь,
ради вас, чтоб каждый сдох!
Вести борьбу не пытайся. Растерзаю и
начну с записей, что разорвут твои уши по круче Тайсона.
Ты не услышишь, как я иду, приближаюсь,
и ты в кастрюле на завтрак. Флики не сыщут
ебучих останков, но даже, если найдутся, тогда я
продумал заранее - отжал яхту Абрама, там
трусы твоей мамки сия-сияют на мачте,
их расправил и съебался, но в отличии от тебя - не в страхе, бич
Сватил судьбу за задницу, встадив ей хуй без смазки в зад,
но в сучке, он застрял, вот блять. И есть по лучше план достать,
чем на трубу врачам набрать: Встаю, с шлюхой на палке, я
иду на кухню, там же, на стол ложу, взяв 2 ножа!
Hello, before you - Mr. Deckful asshole.
I fucked your mother, shrouded in the ass.
On her squeal, with a bottle, got out your bateuk Alkash,
But from the hot steel, it is blowing like N-
2o. 2-0. Raise on the 2nd floor ...
There, in the nursery, the score is changing at 0-5.
Already even fucking, I did not think ...
That the neighbor will survive by taking the phone, typing in Mudsarny, bitch!
And Megalca here is like here, but calculated, Ba, you are a little bit there
The whole family on the part is terribly fraught. With storm
Late again, better b, you were silent, scare, in fright
Before the end of Makrochi. Do not remove me to you, people.
I rush into battle, attacking: blowing machines patrol,
Under the bullets I pass, I cut off the bitches and nidget!
Shooting acquires a level by moving into a massacre, I have them
Having deprived the legs and the hands of the secretion!
Cal flows on their feet, eyewitnesses of Huyev.
It's a "grilling of garbage", and I, clearing the street,
I'm going to all grave. On all channels I already.
Do you want such success? Just pier, faith.
All Eyes on ME, all pouched off, without taking off from TV.
Pursuit and slaughter with damage, impossible to pay
Even Gates. Not on the topic: I always stood,
Even in the nursery ... In Eric Weissa was not in vain,
After all, I caught Marcinkevich then ... fucked, fucking.
In the suicide chamber, I finish the text, go to the execution on the electric
horsky chair, however, half an hour later, I will reverse
It stands here and, it is infinite. Each new
The victim is Jerry, and I am that ... AU Hewit.
Or Michael Myers ... and you are not Basta Rims,
to get rid of me, but I will not be rest
For you, so that every might!
Do not try to fight. I'm confused by I.
I'll start with the records that your ears will be touched by Tyson.
You will not hear how I go, approaching
And you are in a saucepan for breakfast. Fliki will not be rally
fucking remains, but even if you are, then I
thought over in advance - heded Abram yacht, there
Yiya's panties are shining on the mast,
They were placed and fired up, but unlike you - not in fear, Beach
Walked the destiny behind the ass, getting her dick without lubrication in the ass,
But in a bitch, he stuck, that's fucking. And there is a better to get a plan,
than to dial doctors on the pipe: get up, with a whore on a stick, I
I go to the kitchen, there, on the table a lie, taking 2 knives!
I fucked your mother, shrouded in the ass.
On her squeal, with a bottle, got out your bateuk Alkash,
But from the hot steel, it is blowing like N-
2o. 2-0. Raise on the 2nd floor ...
There, in the nursery, the score is changing at 0-5.
Already even fucking, I did not think ...
That the neighbor will survive by taking the phone, typing in Mudsarny, bitch!
And Megalca here is like here, but calculated, Ba, you are a little bit there
The whole family on the part is terribly fraught. With storm
Late again, better b, you were silent, scare, in fright
Before the end of Makrochi. Do not remove me to you, people.
I rush into battle, attacking: blowing machines patrol,
Under the bullets I pass, I cut off the bitches and nidget!
Shooting acquires a level by moving into a massacre, I have them
Having deprived the legs and the hands of the secretion!
Cal flows on their feet, eyewitnesses of Huyev.
It's a "grilling of garbage", and I, clearing the street,
I'm going to all grave. On all channels I already.
Do you want such success? Just pier, faith.
All Eyes on ME, all pouched off, without taking off from TV.
Pursuit and slaughter with damage, impossible to pay
Even Gates. Not on the topic: I always stood,
Even in the nursery ... In Eric Weissa was not in vain,
After all, I caught Marcinkevich then ... fucked, fucking.
In the suicide chamber, I finish the text, go to the execution on the electric
horsky chair, however, half an hour later, I will reverse
It stands here and, it is infinite. Each new
The victim is Jerry, and I am that ... AU Hewit.
Or Michael Myers ... and you are not Basta Rims,
to get rid of me, but I will not be rest
For you, so that every might!
Do not try to fight. I'm confused by I.
I'll start with the records that your ears will be touched by Tyson.
You will not hear how I go, approaching
And you are in a saucepan for breakfast. Fliki will not be rally
fucking remains, but even if you are, then I
thought over in advance - heded Abram yacht, there
Yiya's panties are shining on the mast,
They were placed and fired up, but unlike you - not in fear, Beach
Walked the destiny behind the ass, getting her dick without lubrication in the ass,
But in a bitch, he stuck, that's fucking. And there is a better to get a plan,
than to dial doctors on the pipe: get up, with a whore on a stick, I
I go to the kitchen, there, on the table a lie, taking 2 knives!
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